Luyện nghe bài hát Banks of the Pontchartrain

Well I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all
the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
And I'm back to my green eyed lover there
We will dance along the banks of old Lake

As I've grown beneath the streets of Montreal
Where the voices ring like in French-Canadian
And the rivers imprisoned till the thaws
I am alone at night and of my own Pontchartrain

Take me to the
I am late to catch my train
And I'm gonna my cousin Libby
She will be waiting by the tracks I roll in
Oh I'm gonna roll America
to stand beside my Pontchartrain again

These old rails like thunder through the night
I'll have my green eyed lover's arms to comfort me
Oh, I can see my Libby by his side
Oh her hair will flow in like on Lake Pontchartrain

Take me to the
I am late to catch my train
And I'm gonna call my cousin
She will be waiting by the tracks I roll in
Oh I'm gonna roll America
Just to beside my Pontchartrain again

Well I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin'
I'm goin' back to my green lover there
We will dance the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes, we dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes, we will dance along the of old Lake Pontchartrain

And here comes the train, and it